That night, after Lenny got home, he couldn’t sleep. But not for lack of trying.
He tossed and turned. He watched TV. He smoked a joint…
He did some soldering on the sub-woofer of his surround sound. He vacuumed his fish tank. He got Griffin stoned by blowing smoke in his face and pestered him with the laser pointer…
Nothing worked.
Finally he threw in the towel. Even though he knew it was wrong–in fact, it was possibly the worst thing he could have done at that particular moment–he drove to Trish’s apartment. But he didn’t take the Ranchero. He drove his crappy Dodge Intrepid instead.
But before he did that, he did the absolute worst thing he could have done at that moment, or whenever…he triggered the fake panel in his bedroom closet where the safe was and grabbed his 92G Beretta. Just in case…
So when he gets there–Trish’s apartment complex–he backs into one of the furthest parking spots, but where he still had a good view.
John Garabedian’s Open House Party was on. It was about 2:30 a.m.
He could see Trish’s bedroom window. Her light was off.
∼
He was in that netherworld between consciousness and sleep when the sweep of intense headlights jolted him. A car slowly passed. The driver pulled up, not far from where he was parked, and backed into a parking place.
Lenny slid down in his seat. He watched the car, waiting for the dome light to come on. It didn’t. A figure in a dark hoodie suddenly stood up between the cars.
Lenny felt–like a lurch–of ice water course through his guts and run down the nerve endings of his legs. The sensation shocked him. He had felt this feeling only once before–when he was magnet fishing in a business park on South Main and almost stepped on a copperhead.
The figure quietly shut the door and emerged from the cars dressed from head to toe in black. It was obviously a guy…a guy on the smallish side.
Before he walked across the road toward the apartments, the guy stood perfectly still except that his head moved as he scanned his surroundings. Then he started walking in the direction of Trish’s apartment.
Lenny eyes were glued to the guy’s every move, even though he told himself that there was no way he was going there. No way. The guy was going someplace else. To his own apartment…or to a friend’s.
Lenny told himself that until the guy walked up to Trish’s stairwell and began to climb the stairs.
“What the hell?” Lenny said out loud.
∼
She had debated with herself about whether or not to have a big presence. Ultimately she decided to go it alone. Well, almost alone.
She looked at the enormous man; his left arm was in a cast from his hand to his elbow, which she didn’t understand. He had just screwed up his hand.
But Fletcher insisted that he needed surgery. And she guessed he really did…since Fletcher was only a family doctor. If he’d been an orthopedic doctor she would have demanded a second opinion.
“Jo Jo, when they buzz the door, you buzz me before you let them in.”
Jo Jo fiddled with the console to the security screen.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yeah. You’ve said it a thousand times. I’ll buzz you before I let them in.”
She poured the vermouth into the Gordon’s and stirred. “And if you hear anything, shouting…whatever, you let whoever they leave out here have it. You understand?…Then you go pick up your girl and your mom and you get the hell out of town.”
Jo Jo nodded. “But nothin’s gonna happen,” he said.
She picked up the martini glass and walked through the curtain. But before she did she told him, “I’m sure you’re right. We just have to be prepared. Like I said, your mom and your girl. No one else. There won’t be time.”
∼
I like the switch in the scenes. It makes me want to scroll down to read more, even though I know there isn’t anymore to read.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I appreciate that, Pete. That’s exactly what I hoped to accomplish. Thank you for reading.
–Pam
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Reading this was “like a lurch–of ice water” coursing through my guts. Fabulous prose Pam!
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Thank you, so much, Paul.
–Pam
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I’m in, 100%. No, even more. Over my head.
Great suspense!
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Appreciate that, DW. I really do.
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The way you write I can see it in my mind like it’s on a screen…this part is y favorite one so far…love the descriptions.
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Well, that high praise for a writer to receive. I appreciate it very much.
–Pam
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Three parts read with eggs bacon and soldiers and an extra large mug of coffee.
Feel like I should be smoking like I’m a private eye but no, it’s too early for that.
I stand and push the 92g beretta in the back of my jeans and go about my day.
🙂
Loving it Pam. A most intriguing story.
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Yay! I wanted to put you right where you are, Mikey, in the story. I want you to recognize the characters in some way. You don’t know them but they are familiar to you. So I hope you’re picking up that flavor in the mix.
–Pam
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So which side of the coin is Ranger? The tension is really building here and poor Lenny is caught in the middle. Someone is about to go down for the count……
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Ranger is an independent contractor. He doesn’t have any side but his own. And Lenny is where he wants to be. He’s been warned. He knew something was up before it was up. And he stuck around.
–Pam
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This is so exciting,Pam. This is a true mystery in every sense of the word. We,the reader,have no idea of what is coming next. So much fun……
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Great continuation 🙂 Can’t wait to see where this goes next 🙂 Anyway, keep up the great work as always 🙂
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I’m glad you are sticking with it, John. I appreciate you reading.
–Pam
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It’s like watching a show with a cliffhanger ending each episode. (PS – when this is complete you should put it all together as an eBook on Amazon.)
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It pleases me that you are enjoying it, John. And thank you for the recommendation. I may do that.
–Pam
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Omg, here we go. I’m afraid to keep going, but of course will not be able to stop myself when the time comes.
Great. Tension.
!!
🙂
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Appreciate that, Stacey.
–Pam
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